My personal trainer.......

Every so often I like to go for a walk through my neighbourhood.

Everytime I go on a walk though I almost always have some uninvited company. A dog, I couldn't even tell you what breed it is but it is pretty big with long shaggy hair. He (or she? I don't even know that) seems to come out of nowhere and starts walking behind me. Doesn't rush up to me looking for affection or even just walk by my side. Instead he walks behind me.

And get this: everytime I stop and turnaround to look at him he stops............then there's a slight awkward pause with us looking at each other....................and then he starts barking at me until I turn around and keep walking.

This essentially makes him my personal trainer.

So now when I walk I don't even turn around anymore, I just hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps and know that he's there. And when I get home he stops at my letterbox and lets me go and when I look at him he seems to say 'Nice walk Bob, see you tomorrow.'

At least, that's what I like to think............